C39 The Secret of Yan Luoxi(1)

The shower head was sprinkling water, and Yitong was naked, hugging her knees and squatting on the ground. She looked at the broken pieces on the ground - it was a bottle of shower gel. Her body seemed to have turned red due to the friction, and her short hair hung down. She was like a frightened child, seeking solace in a protective posture.

The air stopped flowing